Uphill

The last few days have introduced gravity to the spirited glide which carried me through 500 pages of Cultural Amnesia over the weekend. Work and going to see Liza Minnelli pruned down last night's efforts, though I did enjoy some reflection while waiting for my wife outside the Center For The Arts. I enjoyed the section on Alan Moorehead this a.m.-- 'twas a divine day, where the subtle sun, Canadian geese and Gershwin's Rhapsody commingled freely and were rather transportive as Lesley and I drove back from the library.